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Someone from my Flick contacts has inspired me to post this photo of myself photographing an ancient script that was engraved into this volcanic boulder. I was awestruck by its pristine condition although I could see there were signs of wear already. I was extremely careful not to step over the script or petroglyph whatever you call it. Hopefully it will remain that way for many years to come. Sorry, I 'm not sharing the location for this one. If you want to see it, you will find it. I consider my search for it as part of my spiritual journey.
Lens: Samyang 14mm F2.8
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The people of Scone have watched this little family with great interest. The female swan has brought her family up single handedly after her partner was sadly killed. They have all thrived and are now quite big.
A post script to this! A friend phoned to say that the male swan did survive and was released at a park in Dundee. They feared he would not recognise the cygnets as his and would kill them if brought back to Scone.
Beneath a sky fractured by shifting clouds, Lofoten’s peaks rise in jagged defiance, their edges etched against the dimming light like the script of an ancient, undeciphered language. Golden beams, sharp and fleeting, lance through the mist, not to illuminate but to sculpt—carving lines of impermanence into the rugged stone, as if the universe were writing an ode to its own imperfection.
The mountains do not stand; they loom, timeless yet restless, their forms whispering of upheaval and stillness in the same breath. Mist coils through the valleys, not as concealment, but as something alive, something uncertain—an interlude between revelation and obscurity. The scene feels less like a landscape and more like a question suspended in the air, unanswered and unanswerable, vibrating with quiet intensity.
This is no harmony, no serene moment of balance; it is a collision—a struggle between light and shadow, permanence and decay. The peaks are not guardians or monuments; they are the earth’s raw truth laid bare, fractured, unyielding, yet strangely vulnerable beneath the weight of the sky’s indifferent gaze. The light does not caress them—it strikes, refracts, vanishes, leaving no promise of return.
In this tableau, the boundaries of self dissolve. To behold it is to teeter on the edge of comprehension, caught between the transient and the eternal. The mountains seem less a part of the earth and more a rupture in it, a place where the world has torn itself open to reveal something both terrifying and profound: a reminder that existence is neither fixed nor fleeting but an ongoing act of becoming, always at the mercy of forces beyond understanding.
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LEGAL DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Condone Any Acts Of Vandalism Nor Do I Participate In Such Criminal Activity. I Am Simply An Observant and Take Photos Of This Graffiti You Have Come Across. ALSO I Will Not Condone Any Usage Of My Photos To Support Any Legal Matter Involving These Acts Of Vandalism Therefore YOU ARE NOT WELCOME TO VIEW OR TAKE THIS MATERIAL For ANY Purpose...